"It's all of your fucking fault!" Zayn shouts.

"Z-Zayn-"

"You and that Louis- it's all of your fucking fault!" The call cuts immediately after that.

Staring at the edge of my dress sitting on my thigh, my mind separated.

It's a little black dress that does a great deal at being so comfortable in my skin but also excels in defining the curves my body had to display. It's paired with gold jewellery, and minimal makeup and tonight, I stepped away from the high heels and opted for simple flats. My outfit pairs well with Harry's since he coincidentally wears an all black outfit as well.

Currently, we're on our way to Rum Reservoir and I can't shake the thought of the phone call with Zayn, less than two hours ago.

It was difficult to return to sleep after that. I tried but each time, I heard the echoes of Zayn's voice ringing through my ears and my eyes would forcefully open into saucers. It's all of your fucking fault!

Instead of forcing myself through the misery of tossing and turning, I slid up towards the headboard and leaned against it, watching my Harry, his beauty created from the depths of heaven, while he slept.

Not too long after that, it was time for us to head to the club and I had to wake him up from his sleep so that we could get ready. Niall decided to take Remi with him and Gemma went along to ease the tension between them whilst Harry and I rode together as usual.

"Harry," I broke the silence in the car. He glanced at me, a soft smile tugging at his cherry lips. "Yes, babe? Ready to tell me what's on your mind?" It's surprising the least that he's sensed something. "Yeah...while you were asleep, Zayn called me, he...he told- he shouted at me that it was all my fault and I think I have a good guess about what he's talking about...mentioned Louis too," I answered.

Harry inhales sharply at the mention of Zayn's name, tightening his fingers around the wheel. "Dad told you about taking back his company?" He questions, flicking his eyes to me for a quick second and my head nods. "And that he's considering me for the manager position..." I trailed off.

That smile of his returns, beaming across his face. "How do you feel about that?" he wonders with hopeful, excited eyes. "Feels as if I didn't deserve it," I bluntly stated. "You do deserve it, you've stuck by a Zayn all these years, you've gained the experience needed from that plus you have the qualifications, babe," Harry denies immediately but his words are flown over my head and instead stored away to be considered at another time.

"That's not the point now, Harry. I can't leave this thing with Zayn alone," I sighed, leaning my head against the car window. "I'd love to visit him to...politely inform him that none of this is your fault," Harry states, his smile turning sarcastic and I know there would be nothing polite about that.

"Not happening. But I think I need to pay him a visit. Or should I leave things be...or call him?" I voiced my confusing thoughts and the possibilities were so endless that a headache formed at the side of my head. "If you want to visit him for whatever need, go for it. Could be beneficial to you both," Harry states, shrugging his shoulders at the possibility. I know I don't have to visit Zayn but my mind wants me to.

"I don't think that I can do that by myself though," I admitted. "Would you like me to come with you? I would gladly like to, I don't like the tone he spoke to you in," Harry offers again with excitement lurking behind his words.

"No, I'm sorry but you'll probably make matters worse, especially after being there when you spoke to his dad, right?" I checked. Harry nods his head, confirming and he sighs in defeat. "Take Louis with you? He's a very empathic person, he could help," Harry suggests and it isn't a bad idea. "Yeah, maybe. I'll pay him a visit tomorrow," I decided.

Harry hums, agreeing. "And I meant it, darling. You do deserve this manager position and later, I'll show you just how much you deserve it," his eyes flickered off the road, staring at me with such intense promise that I felt as if the effects of it crawled beneath my skin.

Satisfied with my flustered reaction, he smugly returned his attention to the road once more, taking us to Rum Reservoir. Apparently, while we were asleep Gemma called up her connections and somehow, figured out a way for us to get inside the club, bypassing the endless lines at the main entrance.

When we do arrive at the club a few minutes later, Harry parks into a space at the parking lot at the back of the building instead of the front, as Gemma instructed. Less than ten seconds later, Niall is parking into the nearest available space a few cars away since they've been driving behind us all this time.

Harry and I strolled away from his locked car, joining the rest of them. Niall and Remi stand at the front of his van, Gemma fitting between them and she's been great at simmering the tension between them.

"No one separates for the entire night, got it? Make sure your phones are on and if you see anything- anything at all, we're all notified immediately," Harry stated with his stern and commanding voice yet with a sense of calmness. "Yes, boss," Gemma dramatically rolls her eyes.

"Let me guess, I'm stuck third wheeling with these two idiots while you get your girl?" Gemma realises, glancing at the pair beside her. "Hey," Niall lets out an offended comment but he is ignored. "Yes, Rin and I will be together," Harry answers without the bat of an eye. Gemma narrows her eyes at her younger brother.

"You do know Esrin's name is five letters long right? Why
the bloody hell does she need a nickname?" She states, furrows forming between her eyebrows. Harry smiles, tilting his head slightly. "Are you jealous I haven't given you a nickname?" He teases her, the tension remaining light and playful.

"Yes, partially! You don't do nicknames unless it's her," Gemma states the obvious, something I've already realised. "Stop the fussing, sister. Let's get this over with," Harry dismisses, toying with her further. "Whatever, my full name is better than my nickname anyway," Gemma huffs.

Meanwhile, Remi, Niall and I have been watching the exchange with replicated amused expressions, so invested and enjoying it all that Niall looks somewhat disappointed when Harry ends it.

With that, we're all strolling to the large metal door entrance at the back of the club. Gemma nods her head and Niall pounds his heavy fist on it a few times within a second, the door is shoved open with an ear cringing creak.

In the narrow doorway, the large man's built nearly occupying the entire space. Tattoos slider along both of his muscular arms, running across the exposed sliver of his chest from the single undone button at the top. He fills all the checkboxes for an intimidating guard with his dark clothes unable to contain his thick muscles, his authoritative aura exuding strength and the piercing gaze that softens slightly when they land on Gemma.

"Hey, Ronny, thanks for taking a shift at the last minute," Gemma smiles warmly. "I owed you one," he shrugs his shoulders and the movement is barely noticeable. Ronny moves aside, allowing us to slide through and after we're all in, the door is loudly clamped shut once more.

"Who the fuck is that?" Harry lowly spits out once we're away from Ronny. "You heard me, his name is Ronny," Gemma answers casually and successfully nears her brother to an explosion. "I swear to God, if he-" He begins. "Relax, Harry. Just a friend. Helped him get his sister back from her crazy boyfriend," Gemma clips his threat, patting his arm and then strolls on ahead.

A long, narrow hallway awaited us on the other side of the door that Ronny guarded. One side of the wall is lined with red lights and the other with blue lights. Meshes of blue, red and purple hues welcomed us as we strolled through, a single file.

The vibrations of the music travelling through the walls grow louder, the floor beneath our shoes shaking lightly. The closer we got to the party, we passed a few doors with strict 'No Not Enter' or 'Employees Only' signs across them. Another door is ahead and we push it open, revealing three entrances to the bathrooms. Strolling out of that section is door number three.

The overwhelming loudness feels like a slap across the face once we're through that door. The stench of sweat battles with immense amounts of perfumes as we strolled through. The blaring sound of a famous hit engulfs us, the colourful beams of lights draining over us. As we were near the sea of dancing strangers, different branches of styles and dancing displayed on the floor, I felt the brush of Harry behind me.

"Stay close, don't get lost," He murmurs. Accompanying his words, his hand slides onto my hip, his solid front pressing against my back and God, it's such a delicious feeling to feel every slope and ridge of his hard muscles beneath his shirt. I glanced up at him over my shoulder and his eyes were already pinned on me, the corner of my mouth tugging upwards.

So dark and alluring like a forbidden forest, his features were hardened with cold control, eyebrows hooded over his sharp eyes. Like this, his gaze is always so strong and intimidating to anyone he merely glances at, his eyes enough to pierce through someone's layers of their body and reveal their soul. The sight of his jaw, so sharp it can slice through glass, is so mouthwatering. My lips craved to suck right under the hinge of his jaw and feel him come apart just like that.

"Are you sure that's the only reason?" I wondered. Without the blink of an eye, the coldness vanishes from his eyes, his features lighting in a softened gaze. "No, you're right where you belong," His hand applies pressure to my skin, inevitably placing us closer together.

"We'll check out the bar," Remi shouts over to us, her voice piercing through the bubble beginning to form around us. Fortunately for that, because it's dangerous when the world fades away, vanishing so it's just him and I. That can't happen, not when this place could be dangerous.

The intentions behind Remi's words are definitely to get drinks which worries me slightly but Gemma shoots us an assuring glance as she follows behind her and Niall and the worry eases away.

I don't even know what I'm doing here. My eyes are dancing around, bouncing off different areas of the large enclosure but I don't know what I'm looking for.

"Let's go over there," Harry nods his head towards the separate section, divided by the red curtains and velvet ropes with stanchions. Immediately, I second-guessed if we'd be allowed there at all but followed beside Harry anyway.

My eyes glanced behind my shoulder, the space between us being eaten away by the sea of dancing and screaming strangers; however, past all the heads and over all the shoulders, my eyes found a figure. A head of short dark hair pushed through the door we just came in through as if they had done so many times before.

My view gets interrupted by persons shifting and moving, blocking my vision so I return my attention to ahead.

"We're looking for someone," Harry tells the man guarding the restricted area. They seemed to have exchanged a few words before but my mind has blurred them out. This large build reminds me of Ronny's, with muscles lapped onto his skin so thickly they're bulging through the material of the black shirt he's paired with black pants.

I don't think his face has ever created a smile before with permanent grumpy features, harshly glaring eyes and his entire head is bald besides the single strip of hair following the width between his bushy eyebrows.

"You're not getting through here, man so back the fuck off before you're kicked out," he warns coldly. Harry clenches his jaw slightly and if he's phased by what he said, he doesn't display it.

"If I leave, a pretty file with the illegal fights you perform downstairs gets raided within ten minutes. Such a shame especially since tonight is some big finale, right?" Harry reveals. A fleeting look of worry comes and goes from the man's face in a flash and then his guard thickens.

"You think I haven't heard that one before?" chuckles the man. I twisted my head, locking on the three at the bar. Remi tears away from a conversation between Gemma and Niall, sipping her drink with the tiny straw. Her eyebrows furrowed at mine in question and a silent conversation exchanged back and forth between us just by our eyes.

"Let's see how seriously you take him when I tell you an officer is in the building and a raid is waiting on her call," I interrupted, eyes ahead and for the first time, the guard's eyes dropped to me. My head nodded towards Remi. The man's steaming eyes followed my gaze, locking on her where she was leaning against the table and smiling, her eyes daring him to go on.

"Ten minutes," he enunciated both words. He twists to the side, releasing the rope from the stanchions to access us through the section. Harry's fingers slipped through mine, promising safety as we strolled through.

The beams of lights are forbidden from entering this place by the thick curtains concealing the place from the rest of the club. Behind the curtains, there are various round tables bordered by comfy leather chairs, most of them occupied and I rather not look too much to discover exactly what the inhabitants are doing.

Harry too barely studies them and instead keeps walking. Behind the tables are small rooms that are not big enough to fit more than beds or couches only and they're concealed by thick velvet curtains instead of doors.

"What are you looking for?" I asked as we began to stroll across the rooms, and down the narrow hallway. "Looking for someone who seems to be here a lot," he murmurs, concentrating and begins peeking behind curtain after curtain.

Frustration began to seep out of him, unluckily with each result behind every room until we arrived at the last room. Before he can look behind the divider, someone holding a small baggie slips out and I catch a glimpse of a man flicking through money bills.

Without a second thought, Harry moves aside the curtain and strolls us inside. Indeed, a younger man sits at the edge of a chair, his reddened eyes occupied by the thick stack of cash he's sorting through.

"Hey, you're the man that fixed us up last month, yeah?" Harry begins this tale, attracting the man's attention.

"Probably, I'm the only one here allowed to sell this shit, this is practically my office," he boasts, leaning back proudly on the chair. He just gave Harry exactly what he wanted. He nods his head, fishing out his phone from his back pocket and taps around the screen twice, pulling up a photograph of Liam.

"Have you seen him around here?" Harry asks him, turning the phone to the guy. His eyes are sharp with a dare to defy him and the smug bastard does exactly what he shouldn't. "I don't know, man. Have I?" he cluelessly wonders, a sly smile playing on his wet lips.

Harry grasps the man's collar, wrapping his fist around the material and hauling him up into the air. Once his feet graze off the floor, he begins to kick them around, eyes blown out wide with fear paling his skin.

"He'll play nice if you answer the question," I recommended with a sweet smile and soft, insistent eyes, watching him pathetically flail around. The veins along Harry's arm are defined so deliciously when he lifts him further into the air, his other hand itching for a punch.

"He's come by a few times! Watched the matches downstairs with some people," he blurted out. "Some people?" I noted in the question, eyebrows pinching together. "Who are they?" Harry demanded, his grip on the shirt tightening to where it began to dig into his neck.

"A man and a woman! I don't remember them!" he blurts out and my mind zaps to that time at Roasted Bean Retreat- Liam's cafe- in the basement where there were so many signs of a woman lying around.

"Is that all you know?" Harry demands and he nods his head rapidly, sniffling. He drops his body, releasing his grasp and he drops to the floor, unable to catch himself. Without hesitation, Harry's hand lands on my shoulder and he guides us out of the room.

My mind is buzzing with thoughts, whipping my mind in fast circles and I crave the numbing of a drink. Harry presses a kiss to my shoulder blade, releases his hand when we're nearing the exit and instead, intertwined our fingers once more.

Gemma's diligent eyes found ours as we slid out of the reserved space, making our way towards them. She leans against the marble counter, her fingers thumping along the surface as she waits for us.

"Was beginning to get worried," she notes once we're close enough, gathering Remi and Niall's attention. "Liam has been here with a man and a woman, he watches the boxing fights downstairs and that's as much as we know," Harry sighs frustratedly because this isn't really going anywhere and my immediate desire is to wash away the tension from his body.

"We asked around with the bartenders and waitresses, nothing solid," Niall reveals. "Everything seems ordinary otherwise, though," Remi states over the music and fortunately, I agreed. There was no telling what chaos was awaiting for us but the fact that there isn't any is both relieving yet unsettling.

"Are we good?" Remi's dark eyes are flickering back and forth between Harry and I. Calculation moves behind his eyes and I can tell which he's trusting to go with, relieved or unsettled. "We're good," Harry nods. Relieved.

Realising there was no threat posed here, the three of them mosied their way to the dancefloor while attempting not to spill any more of their drinks. Harry and I claimed their spot, I sat on the single barstool at the corner of the bar while he loomed over behind me.

Our guard never lowers, body always alert to our surroundings, prepared for anything that comes our way. Harry buys me a drink that we both share and it assists in eating away at the hard corners of our current state. It becomes so hard to not fall into the vibrant effects of this place as had Gemma, Remi and Niall.

My leg bounces, head nods to the music without even realising it. The energy is contagious. It's already infected the bodies of strangers surrounding us and now, the atmosphere, the vibrations of the music and the reckless liveliness have soaked us in too.

There's space between the stool and the bar itself and that's where Harry stands. He does no bad job reminding me that the stool lacks a backrest, brushing his chest against my back, rolling shudders down my spine. His hand rested at my hips and it's like I can feel the divine burn of them through my dress.

In reference to my dress, the hem of it has receded when I sat, exposing more expanse of my skin and I haven't had the care to pull it down. My mind only takes note of it when I feel Harry's hand sliding down my hip, towards my upper thigh.

"Tempting little thing," He murmurs, his words sending my mind into a frenzy more than any drink could've. I felt the brush of his curls, the graze of his lips to my ear and I'm so, so royally fucked- God knows I'd love to be right here. My breath hitched in my throat. His hand now rests on the hem of the dress, thumb moving back and forth on my bare skin, dangerously close to my inner thigh.

I needed his body on mine, with mine, in mine- everything and anything. We're been here no more than an hour and I didn't want any more of this- I wanted a break. We deserved one. We came here with a single intention and that has been fulfilled.

"Let's leave," I blurted out, peering up at him over my shoulder. His eyes darkened just as a red beam of light sliced across his face. "Read my fucking mind, babe," Harry whispers, his lips brushing the shell of my ear once more and the shudders that roll down my body are enough to make my knees weak.

His hand was once more around my waist, this time to assist in me remaining steady as I slid off the barstool. He guided us further away from the bar and not necessarily towards the exit either but I knew where he was going. On our way through the crowd though, my eyes glanced around us and quickly flickered back towards a figure my eyes had caught on.

I grabbed Harry's attention, guiding us closer to him and my suspicions were proven to be correct. He's lingering to the outer end of the dancing group of strangers. My eyes glanced around him, in search of his boyfriend but he appears to be happily alone.

"Seth?" His name is blurted out of my mouth. Seth is currently throwing his waist in all directions, dancing to the beat whilst one hand loosely holds a drink and the other pointing to the sky, the lyrics of the blaring sound being shouted.

He stops mid shout, eyes abruptly finding mine. "Esrin! Oh, my God," he flung his bare sweat coated arm around me and Harry's hand tightened in my palm. He hadn't noticed him and I'm sure that's going to change.

"Hey, man," Seth pours his attention onto Harry in a way that I feel the need to clarify that he's my man. Harry slides his possessive hand around my waist in an I'm with her way. Did we just get jealous and possessive over the same person?

"Seth, good to see you again," Harry further greets, staring at him with intensity below his friendly eyes, as if wondering if there are other intentions of him being here- similar to the intentions why we are here.

"Yeah, yeah," Seth nods his head, touching his throat and then he downs the rest of the drink whilst peering at Harry over the rim of his cup. "What are you doing here, Seth?" I wondered and he smiled sweetly as he brought his attention to me.

"I know this isn't my style but I needed a break lately, life's been shitty," he gives me an understanding glance, swallowing thickly. He doesn't come here often, I know Seth would never be like that.

"Okay, well...enjoy the rest of the night. I'll see you Monday," I hugged him for a second or two longer this time in case he needed one more than he let on. Seth nods his head and returns his attention to the DJ.

Harry's larger build spears through the crowd, my body pressed to his back with our hands interlocked as I followed behind him. Instead of heading to the exit right away, Harry guides us to where Gemma, Remi and Niall are.

Gemma's gaze locks onto Harry and she understands his gaze, dropping the conversation with them and squeezing her way through groups of strangers, joining us.

"We're leaving," Harry tells her once she's finally close enough. His tipsy sister pouts her lips. "But-" she begins to offer her complaint and when he lifts an eyebrow at her, she retrieves it. "Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," she says instead, lifting on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck in a short hug.

"Crash at my place, yeah? You know where the keys are," he tells her. Gemma smirks, sliding out of the hug as a look of understanding flashes across her face faster than the red and blue beam lights do.

"Got it, stay away from the Penthouse tonight," she smugly notes. Thankfully, under the red lights, the flushed pink blush heating my cheeks was concealed when her eyes darted to me.

"Niall was suggesting we check out the fighting ring downstairs," She reveals, thankfully shifting the topic. "Stay safe, please and call if anything happens," He tells her strongly with a nod that she returns. "Bye Esrin," she offers me a smile afterwards and then she's spinning around, shimming her way to Remi and Niall.

With that, Harry and I are pushing through the crowd towards the exit. We're striding through the same narrow hallway, silence enveloping us, the music vanishing away and the tension almost suffocating the longer our itching hands aren't on each other. Our pace is matched, I quickly walk ahead of Harry while he's on my toes behind me like a shadow.

Ronny becomes clear ahead, nodding us in acknowledgement and unlocks the door. I gasped once we were freely outside, no longer surrounded by caged walls and blue and red hues.

My pace quickens once my eyes find Harry's car awaiting us. My hand merely brushes the glass of the car window until my body is whipped around. I catch a glimpse of the hunger swimming in the green oceans of his eyes before my mouth is taken for a drug filled kiss.

Harry pressed me against the car door, his mouth taking mine in a slow, tantalising kiss. My skin buzzes because of him, becoming so alive by the surges of electricity he pours into my body from the connection of our lips. His hard body pressed against my softer one and I hummed into his lips, adoring the addictive constant collision of our mouths and the dance of our tongues.

"Don't let go," I whimper, clinging onto his shirt, leaning forward more into his body when he attempts to fill the space between us. "I have to, baby. If I don't, I won't care who's watching, I will ravish you until you're screaming my name," his tone drops. Coldness hits my skin, sliding down my figure when he adds space between us. His words set me on fire, a flame that is begging for more. I stepped forward and he unlocked the car door, opening it for me.

"Let's get you home so I can do exactly that, all night long," Harry's eyes tell me that it's not something up for debate- he's holding a promise to that and God, I can't wait. I slid into the car and settled into the seat, hearing Harry's voice in my head after he shut the door and walked across the front of the car to put on my seatbelt and I did exactly that.

The drive there was the longest torturous moment to have encountered. If I look at him, I know I couldn't help it if my hand were to slip between my thighs and discover what's beneath the layer of my underwear. So my eyes remained trained ahead, studying passing buildings and shops that I had never noticed before, admiring the way the lights seemed to bleak into bright strings when he accelerated.

Harry, on the other hand, is an insisting man, steady on what he wants and it so happened to be my attention. "Rin," he calls, his low, raspy voice beautifully tainted with seduction. "Hm?" I attempted to remain casual yet the broken breaths being released sold me away.

"You seem so tense, babe," his voice is so oblivious. His hand leaves the wheel, landing on my skin instead. I'm so worked up, that I can moan just by the feel of his rough yet smooth hand roaming my thigh. It drifts up and down the length of my exposed thigh as if to smoothen the tension stiffening my bones but the only cure for that is his mouth and hands on me, his dick in me.

The more Harry drives, the more our environment grows familiar. I released a breath when my eyes finally glanced upon Beacon House as if it were the pot of gold at the end of a long travelling rainbow. Harry rolled his car into the reserved parking space at the front and I remained put in my seat.

In calculated yet smooth strides, he makes his way across the front of the car. Once he's standing outside my door, anticipation and excitement intertwine with the hunger for him. He pulls open the door, laying a palm out for my hand to take and when I do, neither of us has the intention of letting go.

The car was secured and locked before we found our way inside the lobby. The elevator takes us up to the Penthouse. Filthy flashbacks blossom through my mind on the impact of my back colliding with the wall of the elevator, Harry's mouth latching onto the side of my neck. I moaned his name, tipping my head up to grant him further access, feeling his hands on my waist sending jolts of electricity to my skin through my clothes.

"How about, if you run..." Harry's words meet my skin. "And I catch you before you make it to the stairs, I get to choose how I have you." My breath hitches in my throat. Harry both hearing and feeling the sound and I feel the upturn of his soft mouth teasingly grazing the side of my throat.

"And if I win?" I wondered, surprisingly without fumbling.  "Then you get to choose how you want me," Harry replied with ease, leaving a sponged kiss over my pulse point and then his touch vanished. My lips parted, ready to complain along with my hand snapping forward to hold onto him once more but the satisfying sound of the elevator opening halts me.

My feet take off immediately, exiting the elevator and quickly striding to the penthouse door. With my handprint pressed on the glass screen of the scanner, the door releases from being locked. My heart is thrashing around in my chest from the thrill of this all, laughs tumbling off my lips. My body pushes the door open and I sprint inside, through the dark penthouse.

In my wake, light fills the space and I know it's just Harry turning the dim lights on. I can sense him behind me, so aware of his presence I can practically feel the ghost of him. The staircase is locked in my sight and that's the closest I got to it since large hands are wrapped around my waist, snatching me until my back collided with the front of his hard chest.

"Caught you," his head dips, whispering the words in my ear, sending ripples of shudders through my body. "But that's what you wanted, hm?" Against the shell of my ear, I felt the lift of the corner of his mouth in his signature smirk. The drop in his tone was enough to make me drop my panties right then and there.

"Yes," my head nodded, not taking much for me to give in to him," how do you want me?" Harry hums, the vibration felt over my skin and he slowly slides his hands off my waist.

"Get your tallest red high heels and meet me here," he commanded a specific high heel that was present at the front of his mind and I knew exactly which he was referring to. Without another word, I temporarily left him there, approaching the staircase where I climbed them.

Inside my closet that's attached to my bedroom, there's a wall showcasing my favourite pairs of shoes. I kicked off the pair I currently wore and began my search. My eyes scanned through them all, doing a double take on the glossy red pair of high heels. The material was smooth when I grasped them and I smiled, swaying my hips as I left my bedroom.

Returning to Harry with the straps of the high heels hanging off the tips of my fingers, he spins around and his eyes fall to the shoes, a pleased expression appears across his face. He appears so deliciously ethereal right now with his tousled messy hair of curls, the shirt draped deliciously on his shoulders, teasing strips of skin exposed by the top two buttons being undone and the pants that he wears so well clearly tight in the crotch region since he undid the button, leaving it like that.

Once I'm close enough to standing in front of him, the heat of his body feels against my skin, Harry takes the heels off my fingers and his gaze never leaves mine when he lowers onto one knee. The sight alone is enough to make me breathless. His knuckles grazed down my calf, sending tingles across my entire body because a single touch of his was enough to set me on fire.

Slender fingers wrapped around my ankles, the shoe resting on his lap and he slid my feet in. Only broke contact to secure the strap around my ankle before repeating the same thing to the other feet. He pressed a kiss to my calves and then his head tipped back, staring up at me.

Fuck me, the sight could be enough to make me come on the spot. His large hands continued their exploration, sliding up the sides of my legs, the further he approached my middle, the more I struggled there to breathe and the more my pussy drenched my underwear. Harry completely avoids my core, instead slipping his fingers beneath the band of my underwear and he does nothing more.

"May I?" Harry questions, his awaiting eyes boring into my desire filled pair. "Yes, please," I can barely utter the word, feeling so breathless and I'm sure he can hear the desperation beneath my tone. Harry slid the hem off my hips, pushing them further down the curve of my thighs and when they reached my knees, they fell to the floor. Harry lifts my feet, helping me slide out of them, abandoned and he stands to his full height once more.

"This dress on you," he whispers, his eyes devouring me," so beautiful, but I want you naked for me. It must go." His hands found their home at my waist and he lifted the material of my dress slightly in question, his eyes awaiting a response before he continued. I lifted my hands in the air and his eyes took notice. "Go ahead," it's the final thing Harry needs, he's sliding the material off my body and they join my underwear on the floor.

"Fuck me," he groans, weakened just by the almost naked sight of me, the final article of clothing being my bra. "So incredible, don't know how I got so lucky with you but I'm going to spend the rest of my life worshipping you," his tone is so promising. "Harry," I whined. "If you don't fuck me soon, I'll do it myself," I warned, arriving at my breaking point of handling patience.

"My greedy, impatient little slut," Harry muses, the smirk on his beautiful face messing with my senses even more and paired with his words, I'm forced to be clenching my thighs to relieve the needy ache between them.

"Turn around," he commanded and as I did, only then I registered the presence of my dining table. "I want you bent over the dining table," Harry voices, his words stealing my breath away. "Is that alright with you, my love?" He wonders, trailing a single fingertip down the middle of my spine, gasoline to a flame heating my skin.

"Yes, that's alright," I swallowed thickly, feeling myself falling into the trance he so skilfully has me under. I grow wetter by the second between my legs.

He nudges the middle of my back gently and my body complies, wired for his every command and need. I'm bent over the edge of the table, my chest and stomach pressing against the glossed furnished wooden surface. With my high heels on, I'm at the perfect height where my ass is in the air for him, granting him the ultimate access to my cunt.

"That's my little slut, so perfect for me," he praises. After my beg, I assumed Harry would fuck me right away but he takes his time as if he's not royally pent up as much as I am. Restraining himself, he slowly slides off his clothes until there's nothing more than never-ending golden skin. It tortures me, unable to see him taking off his clothes and I knew better than to sneak a look.

Meanwhile, not an inch of me feels as if I'm not graced by the flame of his eyes. As if reducing the clothes worn on his skin is done slowly just so he can spend the extra seconds admiring the sight in front of him. I felt it all, heatedly licked by his flame.

The room was so silent, allowing me to hear every drop of article of clothing as they met the floor. The sound of his zipper dragging down slowly, the clanking of his belt.

And finally, comes the familiar sighs of relief falling off his lips and wavering into my ears. It's the sound of Harry releasing his aching cock from the confines of his boxers.

He's so teasingly close yet so painfully far in all of his artfully sculpted naked glory. Eagerness dipping into impatience- completely and readily waiting for him. My pulse goes into overdrive the moment his fingers brushed along my skin.

"There's only one way to end a night and that's with my cock buried deep in this dripping cunt," Harry's gravelled voice has been laced with pure seduction itself. I inhaled at the sound of his words. I'm going to feel him with each step I take tomorrow, that much is assured.

"I'm so proud of you, you deserve that job opportunity," He whispers. "Let me show you how much you do." Heat swirls in my lower abdomen, my weeping pussy throbbing for him. My eyes remained straight ahead, unmoved as the breath halted in my chest.

The back of my thighs are grazed by the fronts of his. My ass that's bent over the table, displayed for him, is soon pressed against his hips, his cock teasingly sliding down my wet folds, his tip becoming coated. He releases a soft sigh and the feel and then finally, he slides in from behind and already, my walls are gripping him.

My lips parted, letting out a soft gasp from my walls being welcomed and stretched upon his intrusion. Harry inhales sharply, gathering himself. "Fuck me, you're heaven," he groans. The soft fire that previously hums beneath my skin roars, crackling and burning with blissful flames he consumes me with.

Delicious inch by inch, Harry drives into my cunt until he's buried to the hilt. I felt every bit of him like this, feeling so filled that I felt him everywhere. His movements began slow and steady, barely moving his cock out of me. Torturously slowly, he built his pace, savouring every single ounce of it that he could. Both hands slid to the end of the table, gripping it for dear life as Harry began to rock in and out of me.

"Fuck, babe. Watching you take me is so hot," Harry whispers, pivoting into me harder. "Tell me I'm yours," He requests. "I'm yours, I'm yours to do whatever you please. All yours," the words fall off my lips like a prayer.

"Yeah, Rin. For all of eternity, never letting you go," He promises, his merciless hands magnet to my hips, fingers splayed and sunk over my skin accompanying his words. His act rectifies it, driving his hip bones colliding faster into my ass.

"You're meant for me, Harry. Made for each other, yeah? Feel how good you make me feel." My thighs are digging into the edge of the table, that fact lacking importance in my mind because the only thing cared about was him and us.

Unable to help myself, I looked over my shoulder and the sight of him loosened my ropes just like that. His jaw is ready to slice through diamonds, his head tipped back slightly as he pounds into me unforgivingly. His hips snapped forward harder, shoving his cock so deep inside that it vanished my breath caught in my throat. My head turns forward again, falling between my shoulders.

His hand drifts off my hips, sparking more fireworks beneath my skin the further up his touch travels along my body. One hand slides to my side, the other recreating the path up my spine until he slips into my hair. Fingers sliding through the curls at the nape of my neck, tugging on them so my head tips back and Harry crowns his back forward, hovering over me.

I whimpered, feeling his exploring lips at the side of my neck with his lips, kissing, licking and biting. Harry tugged on the strands harder, tipping my head back until my entire upper body was lifting off the table yet my lower body remained grounded by his cock wetly slipping in and out of me.

His other hand grips my jaw lightly, turning my head for the collision of his mouth over mine and every sound my lips release is happily swallowed by his. I sank hungrily into the pent-up kiss, encouraging and enjoying every inch of it until my lungs burnt. I don't know if I can't breathe because of how tight he holds me to him or the way he kisses me.

I'm already missing the taste of his lips, the feel of his tongue sliding against mine when Harry pries us apart and I returned to being pressed against the table. The surges of pleasure stemmed from the point where we meet, over and over again, and it branches out, spreading like wildfire, leaving not one inch of me untouched. Waves after wave, the pleasure consumes me relentlessly, controlled by the way Harry pistons into me without a sliver of mercy.

My long fingernails dug into the wooden table, through the polished finishing layer, feeling it splinter upon contact. My once smooth, polished nails were now roughly edged and nail polish chipped away due to the scraping of my nails down the table or grasping the edge for stability.

"Let me hear you," Harry urges the sounds running past my ears as he slips his cock out an inch before shoving back in, harder than before, it elicits a loud moan from my lips.

His thrusts become so frantic that it's desperate, desperate to bring us to the end. Hitting the perfect spot that allows all of the stars of our galaxy to erupt behind her eyes. "That's it, that's it," Harry praises my cries of pleasure.

He brings my orgasm out from the lurking shadows. "Relax baby, come for me," He soothes, softness beautifully tainted in his voice. It's the exact key to unlock my release, tipping me over the edge and then I'm blissfully falling.

All the knots snap undone, pushing me far off the deep end and instead of sinking to the bottom, I'm soaring through the clouds.

I sink and float in the pleasure, basking in the haze of my orgasm. Harry grunts, my walls clamped so tightly around his cock as if to keep him there yet he doesn't, working me through my orgasm, wetly driving into me despite the sensitivity growing.

"Let me see you," he whispers, slipping out of me and my cunt clenches around nothing, missing him already. My skin is buzzing when he grips my waist, dragging me off the table and into his arms. My ass hit the table's surface as he manoeuvred me until I was sitting on the edge of it and he was slotted between my thighs.

Those hazy eyes take in every detail of my face, from the messy curls framing it to the tinted colour over my sweaty skin and wild eyes, and lips that are begging to be kissed. As if reading my mind or maybe it's because we share the same need, Harry leans in to erase the space and claim what's his.

Lips so good I forget my name. "Rin," he whispers against my mouth, reminding me. I kissed him harder, arching my spine into him with a hand carding through his damp curls. My tongue glides along the seam of his delicious mouth, requesting for a taste inside.

His lips parted just like that, allowing the slide of my tongue in to meet his in a bruising kiss. My other hand finds his cock that's glistening with my wetness, perfect for the glide of my fist yet when I attempt to, Harry pries his lips off mine. I'm left a breathless mess, confused as to why he doesn't want me jerking him off.

"Don't do that, wanna come in you, not on your hand," he denies and my hand falls off reluctantly. I pried my legs further open, welcoming him in again. Instead of taking me then and there, his hand grips my legs, wrapping them around his waist. Once they're secure, he grabs a fistful of my ass, holding me there as he walks off into another part of the penthouse.

My questions become answered when my body sinks into the soft couch. Harry slid his hand beneath the nape of my neck before my head collided with the cushion, sweeping away my hair so now it was a halo splayed on the cushion and not uncomfortably trapped beneath my head and shoulders.

He hovers over me, planting himself between my legs with both hands on the outer sides of my thighs. Golden, glistening skin showcased for my eyes only. Nothing was worn on his skin besides our necklace hooked around his pretty neck.

"Want to come in you like this," he whispers, nestling his cock between my legs again. "Ready?" He checks, patient eyes pooling into mine. "Ready, take me," I whispered, wrapping my arms around the hard planes of his shoulder blades, feeling the movement of his muscles beneath my palms.

"I love you, my sweet girl," Harry mutters with adoration right before he thrusts himself into my tight heat completely. My head lifted off the couch slightly, chin tipping up as I stared at Harry.

My favourite eyes drank in every detail of me and I became so lost in that loving gaze of his. The way he scribbled down everything I had to offer, noting the way his words paired with his actions made me feel.

My entire body trembles beneath him as Harry begins moving once more, relieving the ache strumming between us and instead, replacing it with pleasure. The intensity of this is blinding yet I dare not pry away, only delving in for everything Harry dishes out for me.

He fucks me like he's mine, as if it's a dedication of his to make me feel this way- so erotically loved- for the rest of our lives.

He glides in and out of me in sharp strokes, the sloppy wet sounds of where we meet accompanying the bursts of sounds leaving our lips. My eyes dropped, sliding down the sweat coated slopes and planes of his defined body to where we met.

The sight of us, my cunt taking him so perfectly with each thrust he drills into me, it's so captivating. Hunger swirls in my stomach. Knowing my eyes are watching, Harry barrels in and out of me with added pressure, putting on a show for me, satisfying that hunger.

"I know how good it looks when I take you but I want those pretty eyes on me, babe," he doesn't need to add the authority behind his words to make me listen to him. When my eyes found his, the green oceans darkened by the night sky's desire.

Harry has found the perfect balance of taking his time to relish and savour the all consuming feeling of having each other this way and skilfully bringing us to our exquisite undoing without a doubt.

I surrendered to the moment a delightful warmth spread from the very core of my being. It is a sensation that starts as a gentle tingle and then gradually envelopes me like an embrace, all because of him. It's always him. 

The electric pulse coursing through me creates an exquisite sensation that thrums with strength, being fuelled with every touch of his graced onto my skin, with every persistent thrust and collision of our hips.

His lips on my body felt like fireworks in the dark sky, praising my skin wherever he so pleased. He's so in tune with every need, craving and desire within my body that he satisfies them all, giving me everything and more.

I released a breathy groan when his fingers brushed my swollen clit. "Gonna come for me again, yeah? Give it to me, babe. I want it all," Harry encouraged. "Harry," I mewled, my stomach arching forward, my spine lifting off the sofa and my nipples grazed against his chest. "I know, I know," he coos, proceeding with his swipes and circles drawing at my clit.

Harry bombards all of my senses with his influence. The pleasure becomes so blinding that I'm left with no choice but to burst at the seams.

I'm falling yet I'm flying, soaring. I felt as if I was amongst the clouds with him yet he made me see stars that littered my vision and danced along my skin.

Harry snaps his hips forward one last time and then he's falling right behind me, my orgasm triggering his own release. He filled me up with his come, spurting deep inside while my walls clenched hard around him.

He moans and it's the most erotically beautiful sound I'm lucky enough to hear. His body collapses over my own, no longer possessing the strength to hold himself up. The endless amount of hard muscles he contains is gladly welcomed above me.

His teeth sank into my shoulder as he came, spilling into me in long ropes, coating my walls and filling me up. My palm slowly drifts along his back, feeling the trembling of his skin beneath my touch that guides him through his orgasm.

We're both reduced to blissed out, pools of bones, our weightless beings still swimming in the clouds. 

"I love you," his whisper was the loudest thing I've heard. "I love you, I love you, I'm so in love with you," I whispered, sliding my hands down his shoulders until I was able to cup his face between my palms.

Those blissed out eyes gaze into mine. "I'm so in love with you," I whispered the words felt with every bit of my being. "My lovely darling," Harry murmurs against my lips just before finally kissing me.

In a few minutes, we managed to pry ourselves off the couch. Well, Harry does it all since he refuses to let go of me, not that I minded. He takes us upstairs and immediately into the shower to wash all the sex off us.

Definitely, we stayed too long underneath the hot shower. He takes his tender time with careful and gentle yet determined eyes, washing and cleaning my body thoroughly with determined and loving eyes. I'm so pliant under his arms, allowing him to do anything and everything to me like this because I absolutely loved feeling the care off of him.

When the shower is turned off and I'm pat dried and then wrapped around with a thick towel, Harry lifts me off my feet and walks us to the bedroom. He leaves me sitting on the edge of the bed whilst he grabs clothes for us to wear.

He quickly shoves his legs through a loose pair of boxers and then returns his attention to me, taking his time to lather me up with lotion before slipping my arms through one of his T-shirts and sliding a pair of comfy cotton panties onto my hips.

The final touches to our night routine are finished in the bathroom and finally, we're sliding beneath the blanket, clinging to each other, ready to drift off to sleep, waves of tiredness sinking through us.

It just didn't happen.

We toss and turn for far too long and when Harry presses his hard cock against my ass, nestled between my cheeks, I'm done for. The T-shirt is bunched at my waist, underwear dragged to the side and he's slowly driving into my pussy once more.

The feel of him steals a moan off my lips. His cock plummets in and out of me, over and over again, bringing us to the brinks and falls of our releases while his hands roamed my body, lips whispering sweet praises into my ear.

Harry brings to me our ends, coming deep inside me whilst I shudder through an orgasm of my own. That still wasn't enough, Harry rolls the underwear down my legs and then burrows his face between them, his tongue, lips and slightly his teeth becoming well acquainted with my cunt, bringing me over the edge once more in another release.

After a wobbly trip to the bathroom, I dozed off to sleep the moment my head landed on the pillow, Harry following behind me in suit.

My alarm wakes me the next morning.

Somehow, I managed to slide myself out from beneath Harry since during the night he preferred laying on me instead of the mattress. He rolls over and snuggles into his pillow, hitching a leg up and snoring his way through another dream.

Unable to help myself, I kissed his messy curls and then wiggled myself out of the bed and began starting my day. Another shower beckons me so I slide off my clothes and neatly leave them at the edge of the bed before Harry awakes and has a near heart attack because I left them randomly on the floor. The only time clothes are messily allowed to be on the floor is when he strips them off our bodies during sex, apparently.

Halfway through my shower, my movements paused when I heard the bathroom door open. Harry must've dragged himself out of bed. As I scrubbed my skin, I heard the running tap paired with the brushing of his teeth. My mind tunes with my shower once more. A few minutes later, the water cut off and I hadn't expected anything of it, assuming he would have returned to bed and waited for me.

But that isn't enough because then the shower door gets dragged away. I was lathered in soapy bubbles from the loofa I currently held, movements halted as I stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"Morning, babe. Couldn't wait for my morning kiss," Harry says, his eyes evidently showing the sleepiness he's currently feeling. "Shower with me," I requested, holding my free hand out for him to take. "Mm, tempting but I'm gonna make breakfast before you leave to go say hi to Louis. Now come here," he reluctantly declined.

Giving in, I literally slide over the wet floor to him, the favours being on my side since I don't slip and fall to my death. He's beaming when I kiss him and just at the first brush, butterflies are showing off their beautiful flutters in my belly.

Feverishly, my wet palm holds his cheek, feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath my touch and it's so much in contrast to how delicately soft his lips are on mine. "Hm..." Harry hums against my lips, sounding as if he's in pure delight and he steals one more taste before he's pulling away.

"Enjoy your shower, love," he tells me, leaving me in a breathless mess at the edge of his shower. I stare at his retreating figure until he disappears behind the door. I'm forced to return to my shower, scrubbing my skin and washing the soapy suds down the drain.

I'm all done and standing in the middle of my closet with a towel wrapped around my damp skin a few minutes later. My hands grabbed the most appealingly comfortable clothes for today, selecting a pair of shorts and a cropped top. There are different marks littered all over my skin, embedded memories from last night that I proudly wore today.

Strolling down the stairs and into the kitchen, Harry scoops me into his arms and attacks my face with loving kisses as if he missed me for an eternity for the last ten minutes he hadn't seen me. Sitting on the stools that are next to the kitchen countertop, we eat our breakfast together there- chocolate chip pancakes topped with fruits, made by Harry.

When my tea is finished, Harry claims he's going to do some chores around the penthouse and then head in the shower when I'm gone. I washed up the dishes, kissed him goodbye and then grabbed my car keys and phone, ready to drive to Louis'.

I contemplated calling Louis before I randomly showed up at his house and unfortunately, that thought occurs to me when I'm walking to his door. Nervously, I chewed at the corner of my mouth while pacing the small area outside of her doorstep, wondering if to just knock on the door, call him or maybe drive back home.

Then suddenly, all my options are shattered when the door abruptly opens. I froze, eyes stealing characteristics of saucer pans. "Hey," I blurted out when the door pushed open to reveal no other than Louis Tomlinson.

"Esrin, what are you doing here?" Louis wonders calmly yet there's a tint in his eyes that sets me off, a thunder of uneasy clouds pouring over me. "I wanted to talk to you about Zayn, about Malik Creations, about a lot of stuff," I quickly explained.

His head nods a few times as if he's measuring his response based on what I've said. Eventually, his crystal eyes flickered off mine, staring past my shoulder. "Look...I'm still...I saw the news," he formulates. My eyebrows instantly drew together, rapid confusion washing over my being, enough consuming me.

"So then you know Harry is innocent, right? It was someone else..." I replied with a confused tone, eyes slightly narrowed. "I know but..." Louis trails off. "Fuck," he mutters, fluttering his eyes shut, shoulders tensing beneath the baggy t-shirt he wears. When they opened again, he stared at me with exposed guilt.

"He's here," Louis whispers. "Who is?" My confused response comes instantly, my pulse quickening. "The guy I told you about...the one I'm interested in. He's here and I don't want to scare him off by introducing him to friends yet," Louis explains with regret pouring into his crystal pools.

Oh. My heart tugs for Seth, wishing to ask Louis if he's aware that Louis is interested in seeing other people. "Okay, it's a bad time. Can you call me soon, please? When he leaves? Or come over or something?" I decided. "Yes!" Louis beams, that signature sunshine smile of him making an appearance.

"Thank you, Esrin. I'm so sorry about this," he adds. I'm already spinning around, making my way off his patio. "It's alright, bye Louis," I waved him off.

Louis returns the gesture and then dismisses the conversation, shutting the door before I'm even opening the door of my jeep. Sighing, I slid in and clicked my seatbelt into place whilst reversing out of his driveway, smoothly driving off his road and a few minutes later, I joined the rest of the vehicles on the highway.

My eyes glanced at the mirror, mentally noting the cars driving along with me. The radio plays lightly, only heard if I focused on it enough. However, I couldn't because my mind was elsewhere. Sighing, I flexed my fingers around the steering wheel, bending my head side to side to stretch my neck while my eyes remained pinned on the road ahead.

Intuition nags at my brain, forcing my eyes to the rearview mirror once more. My eyes scanned my surroundings briefly. The scene, the cars driving along the roadways around me was almost completely different from the last time my eyes glanced at the mirror.

Pursing my lips, I decided to edit my destination a little, testing the accuracy of my intuition. My indicator flicks on and I'm turning the steering wheel at the nearest highway exit. Driving along the different road, my eyes flickered to the mirror once more, expecting to see a different vehicle driving behind me than the one I had been on the highway.

It's not. Previously, the silver Suzuki lurked behind two vehicles that were behind me but now, driving off the highway and onto the main road, it's driving directly behind my jeep. It's fine, Rin. The positive thoughts are repeated over and over, along with the delusional ones. Everyone uses these roads, it's purely coincidental.

But, well, these nagging feelings shadowing at the corners of my mind are a bitch to ignore so I decided to put it to the test once more. Along the roads are advertising billboards, banners and signs stuck and my eyes lingered on one of the signs.

An amusement park. A direction is given along with the name of it only, starting to turn to the nearest right. That's exactly what I did, turning the wheel in a minute and the vehicle drove into another road that leads to the amusement park.

With this suspicion comes along a deep struggle to keep my eyes on the road as much as they should be. My eyes are on the mirror once more, fingers tight around the steering wheel and I observe with fearful eyes as the Suzuki follows behind mine.

Oh God. Cold dread pours over my being. Not wasting another second, my hand reaches over to the passenger seat where my phone sits amongst the rest of my things. Grasping it, my eyes darted to the phone and the road, back and forth as I located Harry's phone number and pressed it without another thought.

My sweaty fingers are tightly fisting the steering wheel and then loosening before it tightens around it once more, repeating over and over through the excruciatingly long two rings of Harry's phone before he finally picks up.

"Harry, I think I'm being followed," I blurted out, flicking my eyes back and forth from the rearview mirror and to the dashboard. "Where are you?" His concerned response comes immediately.

"Driving to this amusement park- I was trying to see if it was a coincidence," I blurted out, my eyes frantically darting to the thin mirror. "Fuck," Harry curses and it doesn't help at all. "Okay, I'm coming to you just..." he trails off. "Keep driving," he tells me, finishing his sentence. I don't understand any of the explanations behind his words, my mind lacking the ability to comprehend right now but my trust is already poured into him so I listen.

"Okay," I replied shakingly. My thinking snaps into place, commanding me to get it together. Inhaling deep through my nose, I imagined it from the bottom of my stomach and exhaled.

"Are you wearing your seatbelt, Rin?" Harry questions. I can hear him moving around in the background of his voice. "Yeah," I answered, stronger this time. "I'm coming to you, just...a little bit longer okay?"

"Don't hang up, please," I blurted out, sensing that those were his final words. "Not a chance," his promising tone is assurance, sinking my tensed shoulders the slightest.

My eyes darted off the road and flicked up ahead of me where my rearview mirror sat. Through it, I see the vehicle much closer than it has ever been, so close to nearly grazing the back of the Jeep.

"Harry, they're getting really close," I tell him and by now, it's been a few minutes since he's been on the phone with me. "Getting to you, babe," is all he says, occupied with something else. Since it's closer now, my eyes studied the dashboard, attempting to see the person sitting behind the wheel but the tint on the glass makes it impossible.

Suddenly, the vehicle pulls back. I smiled, liking the added space between us. My eyes darted to the clear road, seeing the tall rollercoaster belonging to the amusement park on the near horizon.

When it returned to the mirror, I noticed the car's desire to overtake my Jeep, the way it was driving further away from the edge of the road. The pressure of my foot on the pedal reduces, turning the wheel slightly so I pull more towards the edge of the room, allowing the room to actually get ahead of me.

My thoughts were proven to be correct, light waves of relief rocking through me because maybe, I was wrong about this all. The Suzuki slides out of its space beside me, driving forward next to me.

Of course, I'm wrong.

Instead of speeding ahead once our cars were aligned, they swerved towards the side, knocking the left side of their vehicle harshly into the right side of my Jeep. My hand tightened on the wheel, all of it happening so fast that my reactions and responses struggled to work.

They swerved away from the vehicle once more and then swung right into me again, this time with double force and a scream tumbled off my mouth, burning my throat. I'm pushed off the road, losing control of the vehicle upon the impact of the slam.

Pain sprouts and blooms from every inch of my being, the movie playing through my eyes glitched and blacked out- I don't know what's happening. The phone. It slipped off my lap and onto the floor at the first slam and a few unresponsive seconds later, it slammed into my face.

The Jeep settles. The ruckus is finally being put to an end. I released a few shattered breaths with my aching lungs, attempting to blink through the pain and focus on my surroundings.

The car flipped over.

"Harry?" I called but my phone had fallen somewhere behind me. The seatbelt he demands I wear is currently digging into the skin of my upper neck, my head digging into a flat surface and there's probably a dozen why I currently feel as light as a feather.

My attention darts to the crunching of gravel to my left. My dark brown eyes focused on the pair of thick, black boots that were casually walking towards the car. My fingers are working hard in an attempt to unbuckle the seatbelt and unlock the car door all at the same time.

My eyes darted up to the body that wears those familiar shoes but the harsh glare beaming across my vision from the sun provided battle but it was absolutely undeniable that Liam Payne was standing in front of me. I know those shoes.

My eyes dragged up his dirty boots, following the ruffles of his tight black pants, and further up the matching T-shirt until I finally landed on his face.

His hand extended and only when my eyes travelled to his palm, I noticed the gun possessively clutched in his grip.

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